Ghost Revenge Novels & Stories

“Every deal of yours was sabotaged by Blackstone Consortium. Every ally who betrayed you was bought off by us. Every defeat you suffered in battle came because your enemies fought with the intelligence we provided. "You pray to the gods, convinced it's the curse of a dead daughter. Deep down, you know you've committed unforgivable sins.” She paused for a moment and continued, “But it isn't a ghost’s curse. It's a living person’s revenge. You fear the dead? What you should fear are the ones you wronged who still live.” My mother broke down completely, covering her face as she wailed in despair. My father stared into nothing, as though his soul had already been hollowed out.

“The Ghost won’t stop until they break one of you.” “I know.” She glanced at me. “And if they can’t break you?” I looked out at the horizon. “Then they’ll try to use her.” Gia nodded slowly. “Then you’d better make sure you’re ready.” I turned to her, voice low. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.” Because now, this wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about vengeance. About burning the name Vittore so deep into the earth that no one would ever dare to resurrect it again.

"But we're already dead. How are we supposed to forgive you?" Geri dropped the plate, shattering it into pieces. The room spun wildly around her. The faces of Alistair, George, and Corey were all streaked with blood as they stared at her, accusing her of her cruelty. "No. No!" How could this be happening? "Ali, Mr. York, you're still alive, right?" Hadn't she been reborn? Hadn't she changed everything? Geri jolted upright in a hospital bed. The stabbing pain in her wrist snapped her fully awake. She stared at the bandages wrapped around her wrist and let out a bitter, hollow laugh.

"By the time they realize the depth of the bleed, we’ll either be heroes or we’ll be ghosts. Either way, the Vance-Vanderwall legacy as we know it ends tonight. What starts tomorrow is up to us, not a program written by a man who’s been in a grave for five years." As they rushed toward the private helipad on the roof, Manhattan looked smaller, more fragile than it ever had. The "Certified Fresh" logo, glowing in a brilliant, sickly green atop the tower, now felt like a target painted on their backs. The helicopter roared to life, its blades cutting through the humid, stagnant night air, carrying them toward a confrontation that had been twenty years in the making. The wind whipped Julian’s h

That sends him reeling backwards and I take that advantage to kick his groin. “Auch Darlene! That hurts!” He groans, holding his groin. “That's for betraying me and shamelessly showing up in my office.” I squeal, shooting daggers at him. “How did you know where I work anyway?” I confront him. “Come on Darlene! I'm not George, I'm Geoffrey his twin brother!” “What?” I gasp. Oh my God! The deep voice could have warned me but deep down, I'm happy I managed to revenge my heartbroken heart.

I pick it up and hurl it on the TV screen. It does the job. My brother returns. The phone is still in his hand. "Where were you?" I bellow at him. "There was a fucking ghost on the TV." My brother raises his brow. "Vina, are you high?" "Fucking ghost wanted to kill me!" I point at the TV. "I can't believe this shit." "I can't believe it either." He creases his forehead. "This feels like a horror movie."

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

The other men in the van rushed to catch their fallen comrade, when a familiar face popped into existence. Ghost melted from thin-air, his eyes black as night. In his hand was the blood-soaked blade that had gone through the throat of the male that had planned on raping me. He smiled at the others, this deadly, flat thing that had the hairs along the back of my neck rising. I’d never say this aloud, but Ghost was even more frightening than my would-be rapist.

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option

His voice was barely audible, lost in the cacophony of panic that reigned outside his window. As the night deepened, the city pulsed with a mix of scandal and anticipation. Aurora retreated into the safe cocoon of her apartment, yet even there, every shadow seemed to whisper of impending danger. She paced the length of her living room, replaying the chain of events in her mind. The satisfaction of seeing Dorian’s world crumble was undeniable, but the cryptic message gnawed at her. It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting.